The struggle to search for meaning. It’s 2020. There’s art.
Category: Words
Prose, poetry and essays
The last piece I wrote in 2020
I think it’s incomplete.
but didn’t i promise to fall in love
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.
Filters in development
This time last year I was bawling my eyes out in a public restroom.
Art: Glass hearts do not break like real ones do (2018)
I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…
s:
\ ˈsmī(-ə)l \
Footnotes: Women in STEM
Women should be free to aspire to greatness in STEM fields, and also to be mediocre.
in other words
I’ve been reading more poetry lately.
Ano nga ba ang Kalayaan?
What does it mean to be free? Spoken word poetry.
What can change in 100 years?
It’s been a hundred years. And it’s been a long 80 days in lockdown.
